One of those days

I awoke one-hundred and seventy-something dollars poorer today. The sad fact is, I didn’t spend it on another woman (like I said, I never spend money on romantic dates, I rather make friends of gorgeous women and never pay for their company), and no, I didn’t buy me a pair of expensive shoes (of which I’ve been guilty of in the past), and no, whatever it is that anyone might think I did with it. I had, supposedly, lost it. Though I drank myself silly, I remember what I did and the places I went in between the time I last saw the money in my wallet and the time it was gone (this morning). My possessions were ravished and I remember Elizabeth’s angry words, her shouting over my intoxicated self, and I decided to just sleep it off. I went straight to bed and that was it.
In the morning, before finding out about my missing money, I also found out that Elizabeth had called my friend Caroline to insult her even though they don’t know each other. Caroline left me a text-message that read: “That woman you have sure is a tempered one but we still and we will always be friends.” Isn’t she a cutie? Well, cutie or not, I bossed her around last night, misbehaved every chance I got and got her interest level go through the roof.

I got to work late. I discovered not long after signing in that I didn’t have my keys with me. I must have lost them while in a rush changing into uniform. So, at this point, the same day, my boss walks up to me and looks a bit worried over things he is taking care of. He asks if I receive certain money from some sort of incentive, and said he was trying to get me more money. He also respectfully reminded me that we, safety managers to be, a group of five employees, that we will get together and whatnot. The look in my face was serene all the way, and I didn’t feel any other way; see, I wasn’t agitated and I think that I left my worries back in the subway when I told myself to relax and controlled my breathing and shot right back up clean from desperation. See, I said to myself nicely, I could worry all I want and the money won’t be there. The first thing one ought to do when losing money is losing your worry as well. A close co-worker looked as usual a bit stressed and when I told him laughing what had happened and how I love it that it happened and how I can’t wait to make more mistakes and never sweat about anything, he told me in a solemn tone what ailed him: he couldn’t make up his mind about the two women in his life. “Oh boy” I said to him. “What I would give to have your problems right now. How about staying with them both?” I joked and he laughed. And to think that not too long ago I had women problems myself. The remedy to me is clear: be your own man, and take things like a man, and walk tall and confident, and be proud and throw in the mix a little bit of humbleness (it says you are used to it). Again, be your own man and don’t take things emotionally. Things, to paraphrase the great Bob Marley, will be just dandy.